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| 05:57pm 12/01/2007 |
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mood:  cold
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I'm at school editing a video... on friday at 6 in the afternoon, and it's cold and it sucks. |
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| backyey.... bettie croker |
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| 06:53am 11/05/2006 |
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mood:  zuccini
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first events:
1-fuck, this airport is huge..we're lost.
2-asshole american gov employees... oh yes it is an event... just not a detailed one.
3-removing of as much clothing as possible
first thoughts:
1-why was I just hit by heat?
2- oh, noone yields here.
3- oh, this food tastes like poopie, oh right we're here.
4- where am i?
5- why is the sky so light?
6- it's hot...
7- it's still hot, all the time
8- i need fruits and water
why do advertizing people... use a very exotic looking chick with many interesting features to promote mascaraaaa? you can't notice mascara on crazy looking people... specially if extremely long and full eyelashes don't necessarily suit her...you need someone very booooring, very pale... grr
yeah, i bleached a strand of hair
i taste garlic
i clean, cook, sew, and stylize(that dont sound too good) I'm the new bettie crocker.
now that i have cleaned every corner of my house, including my now perfectly color organized closet that is about to burst... and coocked yummy food, done nails and hurr i sleep. |
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| 11:30pm 16/04/2006 |
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you mean i still have a week left of school?
ew and i only have to go entire days to take 2 exams per day???
what? it's going to be realllly long?
damn dude. |
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| 06:56am 14/04/2006 |
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just honestly freaked myself out, i'm not trying to be a smart ass. I think it's the very irregular sleep patern... but as i was looking at myself in the mirror i wondered why would mouths look like that, like little slits in your face and why do they swallow things like black holes. and had to look away it was reeeeeeally weird. |
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| by the way #2 |
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| 01:42am 07/04/2006 |
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is not about the lyrics
its about the music and the wayy he sings those parts
except for the berlin and sister parts cuz their wierddddd dood(good) |
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| first we take manhathan, then we take berlin |
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| 01:36am 07/04/2006 |
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mood:  still dead
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I REALLY
REALLY
REALLY
LIKE LEONARD COHEN
i dont like your fashion businesss miiiister(weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
i dont like these drugs that keeep you thin
annnd i don't like what happened to my sisterrr
first, we take manhathan,
then
we take berliiiiin
oh god i'm sharp cheddar borderline blue cheese |
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| whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? |
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| 01:26am 07/04/2006 |
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mood: dead
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fuuuuuuck
fuckkkk
my skin is being eattten by chemicals, i'm dying.
happy birfday yessi.
also...,
the sounds was fun, except... the fact that i was included within a fan base composed of 17 year old jap bleach blonde girls.
boo.
booooooo.
what? they're fun, and ironic.
oh man i would have seen them when i was 17 and been so excited about it... i used to play it in the darkroom....(but they weren't famous yet).... k, i'm done with my snobby comments cause I'm lame and i like them and i enjoyed the show, whyyyyyyyyyyy do people have to rythmically clap when there is an orgasmic 10 minute long feedback noise? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? |
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| do i really need to tell everybody how amaaaazing this fucking song is? |
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| 10:11pm 04/04/2006 |
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mood:  idontlikewhathappendtomysister
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taking to my father is reallly depressing
talking to zach is really depressing
must you really remind me how aweful everything is
i know it, i just don't like to be aware of it
because then it feels shitty
and i can't do anything
however, my cat meowing into my room with his cuteness makes me happy again.
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meowwwwww
so like the other day it was like sooooo cute
he turned the door knob, opened the door, came into my room meowing as usual, but he opened the door to hard so it hit the wall and scared him and he jumped and it was sooooooooo funny
then we take berlinnnnn
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| 03:20pm 05/03/2006 |
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mood:  blah
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oh ohh
he told richard and mike he would put us on the guest list for friday...
we don't need to be on the guest list, we own the place.
i'm not paying him 6 dollars
to watch him walk around and drink.
i'm tired and lazy, someone call me to wake me up by 5... in case i dont wake up on my own...i gotta work. |
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| 04:37am 05/03/2006 |
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mood:  pissy/bitchy/catty/annoyed
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this guy that "hosts" the friday nights at roxannes... he is 34 years old... i thought he was in his early 20s for the amount of retartedness that comes out of his mouth. He is also a pedophile considering all the girls he hangs out with and brings to the bar that are under 18. Anyway... douche... he told the bartender " good job derek" as ifff he did anything well, because he only hosts the party on friday, he doesn't even dj, he's kind of like the paris hilton of indie but not even famous or rich. he just stands around looking all pretentious... richard was playing new order and not that everybody should know, but it was a famous song, specially in the 80s... and he is 34... and asked richard what it was. I thought that pretending to be an indie party host involved knowing something about something.
he justs asked his indie dj friends to play some of the indie stuff that's popular so the party he hosts would be succesful.
he gets a bunch of free drinks.. cause he's such a socialite, for all his underage friends and doesn't even tip derek.
god, i think you all should meet this douche bag... and help me beat him up.
it would be okay if he djed all the shitty stuff, it would mean that he's trying not to be lame... but he just walks around, charges 6 dollars to get in... as if it was a club... ITS A BARRRRRRRR...
k done.
i don't wanna go back to psych class |
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| Dear LJ |
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| 12:49am 28/02/2006 |
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I seem to have left my glasses at roxannes and I haven't been able to see anything for what is now 2 whole days. |
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| I'm a coke head |
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| 12:37am 28/02/2006 |
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mood: blah blah bland
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oh man i just read my own info about tomatoes with oregano, olive oil, salt and mozzaaareella queso.
yeah so I've become kinda bland, which is i guess a good thing, no it's not.
I've also felt like a jackass for 90% of the things I've done this week. I'm such a moron.
i wish i had pretty pink lips... etc
I got my phone back though, wooho. |
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| 09:45pm 25/02/2006 |
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i sold 2 paintingssss broooo |
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| 06:04pm 24/02/2006 |
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i had such a terrible day yesterday i did not even want to write about it, and i still dont, but for the sake of your amusement I shall list the events that made it shitty:
1- woke up late
2- didn't shower
3- had to run to the train
4- when in the train i realized my cat had peed on my skirt
5- my paintings were almost entirely stained by charcoal, so was i
6- i was washing the charcoal off of my elbows and lauren came to the bathroom and said: you know some of us take showers before coming to school
7-i told her to fuck herself and felt aweful about it all day
8- my critique went horrible
9- i smelled the whole day like fucking cat peeeeee
10- i also stained my ipod with charcoal
11- my white shirt also
12 they gave me shit about the stains in the paintings during critique
13- i looked like an asshole dumbass in front of my photo teacher
14- i was a bitch all day and yelled at everybody
15- didn't eat till 6 o clock
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| 03:46pm 22/02/2006 |
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mood:  victoriousss
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haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
i made 30 gorgeous different prints monday and todayyyy and fucking bitch face lab monitor doesn't even have the 20 that are required. Not that its a matter of quantity but she reeeally lacks quality in every aspect, and i dont. ha. let's not even go into herrr appearance... no wonder she has no aesthetiic sences.
hahaha
diiiiie.
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| I've haddd baddd dreams, so bad I threw my pillow away |
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| 08:37pm 21/02/2006 |
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I don't know how I'm going to do things when I... grow up. I don't know how I'm going to talk to people and not how as in curiosity but how will i manage to.
it seems as though it becomes harder and harder to talk to anybody and not freak out.
it is february 21st. I was about to correct the date on the update journal thing to march 23rd but it feels like the opposite of what a birthday should be like, i don't know why i thought so.
will it be okay when i have a job, to excuse myself from going becauuuse i have my period because die of excrutiating pain and am not able to communicate.
will it be okay if i dont turn in alll my work... on thursday... because i feeeeeeeeel like being frozen. nm, freezing willl suck even more, while they're freezing me my cramps will kill me first and my insides will freeze last. that'd be really shitty.
and people have been feeding my ego lately too, which is funny.no, not really.
last night I was locked out of my house because my brother took my keys in the morning and was supposed to leave the door open and didn't. so i had tooo squeeze through the window and bruiiiiise the fuck out of my thighs. allll fucking polka dotted purple. I told Lauren about it today and she asked me if I was wearing a skirt. ha. I know you don't know who she is but i don't care.
I think that if I ever leave him he'll kill himself.
instead he sent 3 angelssss, to move the riverrr, so now it flows by my house so now it goes by my housee
I'm hungry but I dont want to eat. i have to redo all my prints well aligned in the fucking easel.
oh did i mention i feel absolute poopy today? |
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| 03:56pm 21/02/2006 |
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expect to see alot of teenage angst in the next month, but just one to go. |
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| 03:55pm 21/02/2006 |
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i hate all of you |
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| 09:01pm 19/02/2006 |
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I had a dream that we all went to a gigantic school, wore uniforms and were deathly afraid of who was going to be kidnapped from walking to class to class first and be killed. Once someone was kidnapped everyone tried to pretend they didn't know the person to excuse themselves from having no feelings to show. I guess it was because 7 of us died per day and it was a little numbing or because that's just how it is.
i did not have a nice nap.
several of these little terrified feeling ones. then when i woke up, i read some news about the thing in africa and although... i want to not care about all the political issues, i feeeel bad for the people that are doing their regular daily things and die or find out their mother,child,best friend, husband, sister died but i feel worse about the feeling that you would go through during those type of situations, when you're anxious and you know its gonna happen but you wish so bad that it doesn't then you come home and it did and you're afraid they're behind your bed ready to kill you, i don't know, its terrorizing. I guess soon it's gonna be our turn, that we're gonna go to school and just wait until it is our school's turn to be bombed. I would hate to die in color photo class, everyone sucks there. I would choose painting class cause everyones so wonderful there or... black and white, just uhm because.
I would haaaate to die alone in the basement. |
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